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Chapter 44

I called Yuri without thinking too much about it. It wasn't something I planned or debated over—I just did it. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was the gnawing feeling inside my chest that refused to settle every time Felix looked away from me instead of meeting my eyes.

He had been distant for only three days now, pulling away bit by bit until the space between us felt suffocating and I couldn't bear it any longer. he would leave our house early and come back late. I noticed the other things too. The way he had been spending more time talking to Yuri and Yulbi, the way his fingers twitched whenever he checked his phone as if waiting for a message he didn't want me to see.

It drove me to the edge, and I couldn't focus on anything. My work suffered, and my mind was distracted enough that I was getting called out on set more often than I ever had before. My answers became automatic, and my reactions were delayed. Everything I did was haunted by the thought of Felix slipping away, and I hated it.

So I called Yuri.

She picked up after a few rings, her voice slightly breathless like she had been rushing between things.

"Hyunjin?"

"I need to see you," I said, trying to keep my tone calm despite the frustration bubbling under the surface.

There was a pause, and I could practically hear the gears in her head turning. "Uh... is everything okay?"

"Just meet me at the café near your set. Twenty minutes."

She hesitated for longer this time. "Felix is here too."

That hit me harder than it should have. I clenched my jaw, gripping my phone a little too tightly.

"Then bring him."

Another pause, then a deep sigh. "Fine."

I hung up before I could change my mind.

The café was tucked between two towering buildings, a small and quiet place where people came to escape the noise of the city. The warm scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries lingered in the air, but I barely noticed it. My mind was elsewhere, stuck in a loop of questions that had no answers.

I arrived first and took a seat by the window, my fingers tapping against the wooden table in a steady rhythm as I waited. The minutes stretched on, my nerves tightening with each second.

Felix had been avoiding me for days, slipping out of conversations and replacing his usual warmth with an unreadable distance. We had spent so much time together, falling into a rhythm that felt natural, and effortless. But now, that rhythm was gone, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence I didn't know how to fill.

I looked up when the bell above the door chimed, signaling their arrival. Yuri walked in first, her expression neutral, but Felix trailed slightly behind her, his posture stiff.

And just like that, I felt it again—that strange, twisting sensation in my chest.

He wasn't looking at me.

Yuri slid into the seat across from me, while Felix hesitated for a moment before taking the farthest one from mine. The space between us felt bigger than it was, a distance neither of us could cross.

Yuri exhaled, leaning back. "Alright, what's this about?"

I glanced at Felix, waiting for him to react, to say something—but he remained quiet, his fingers curled around the cup of coffee the barista had placed in front of him.

I turned to Yuri instead. "How have you been?"

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really?"

"What?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to sound casual, but even I could hear the strain in my voice.

"You don't just call me out of nowhere to ask how I'm doing," she said flatly, stirring her coffee. "So let's skip the small talk and get to the point."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Can't I ask?"

"You can." She tilted her head. "But that's not why we're here."

She was right.

I sighed again, slower this time. "You and Felix have been talking a lot lately."

Yuri shrugged. "Yeah. So?"

I glanced at Felix, but he didn't react. Didn't flinch, didn't acknowledge me.

It made something inside me churn uncomfortably.

"So," I continued, keeping my tone level, "I want to know when you two got so close."

Felix stiffened slightly, his grip on his cup tightening, but he still refused to look at me.

Yuri let out a short laugh. "Felix needed someone to talk to, so I listened. That's what friends do."

I hated the way that made me feel.

I didn't have a right to be upset—I knew that. But it gnawed at me anyway, the knowledge that Felix was willing to talk to her but not to me.

I clenched my hands under the table. "He could've talked to me."

For the first time since sitting down, Felix finally reacted.

His shoulders tensed, his fingers tightening around his cup. But when he spoke, his voice was quiet. "Not everything can be shared with everyone or anyone."

It felt like a slap to the face.

I opened my mouth to argue, to ask what that even meant, but Yuri shot Felix a sharp look before sighing. "Hyunjin, don't push."

But I wanted to.

I wanted to demand answers, to shake him out of whatever haze he had sunk into. I wanted to tell him that he didn't have to carry whatever this was alone.

But instead, I pushed my chair back, suddenly feeling like I couldn't breathe.

"I have work," I muttered, standing up.

I didn't. Not really.

I just needed to be away from Felix before the frustration and helplessness consumed me.

As I turned to leave, I heard Yuri sigh again, her voice dropping into something softer, something meant only for Felix.

"Felix," she murmured, "why don't you just tell him the truth?"

I stopped in my tracks.

My heart slammed against my ribs as the words settled in my mind, looping over and over again.

The truth.

What truth?

A/N

mpreg!!! jk! but in your opinion, what could be the reason why felix is so distant?